Gunpowder, Treason & Plot2004

Bothwell:
Madam, is there not one man in the whole of Scotland who is good enough for you?

Mary, Queen of Scots:
Sir?

Bothwell:
Wooed by Austria, Spain and now England. What is wrong with my country, madam?

Mary, Queen of Scots:
You're drunk sir.

Bothwell:
And you are French, madam. And I would sooner be drunk for a year than French for a day - now is it French to see merit in this long streak of English pish, madam? You do not know what England has done to my country, madam. Raped their women, murdered their children

[guards try to remove him]

Bothwell:
- Keep your hands off me!... And now he dines with our queen? The dead of Scotland turn in their graves for an Englishmen dines with our queen! And why are you here, madam, hmm? Our people offend your eye. Our food, your nose. So why, tell me madam, are you here? Was your life so boring in France? -

[guards pull him back again]

Bothwell:
Take your hands off me! Is that why you are here?- not for Scotland, but for yourself?